Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Eddy Roberto Villafuerte
Songwriter:in
Roshun Walker
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Crank up the big v8, lil **** just know that we straight
Even them days that we scraped off the plate you know your big homie made sure that we ate
I got that juice that v8, ain't shit to it but to be great
See this sleepless look on my face like your ass don't know what's really at stake
It ain't no beef but, that lets me know you n me can't really relate
Never handed a fuckin baton but I still made it out here to this relay
The only time they gave me a stick they came up short it was just a 3-8
Tryna find some leeway, hangin on by a wire woulda thought I was Wee-Bey
You know shit ain't sweet bae, game of life on All-Madden, but this shit ain't no EA
Take the jewels that E say, and rewind the lines whenever you need that replay
Tryna get it crackin, that's word to the freebase
No refunds no rebates, all sales final **** you know how we play
Shit, you know how we play, cheat if we got to, fuck what
He or she say, at the end of the day shits the price that we pay
Shit, its the price that we pay, all for a slice of the sweet fame
Difference between me n yall, I won't ever sell my soul with no rebate
And that's real shit you feel me
**** out here just grindin', hustlin', doing what I gotta do
You know what I'm sayin'?
Always keeping it 100 with my circle and shit
I ain't like y'all ****, man haha
Real shit
Crank up the big v8, man this bitch really big bank
93 gas in the tank and in the Raw paper that's full of that dank
Took a look at my daughter face and I knew I just gotta make this shit happen
Cuz just like a **** dress code you I ain't got no room for no slackin
And you know our types, ain't really the ones to be put in no mansions
Still shopping Oyster Perpetuals **** wrist whipping like dope boy magic
Before 21 been a savage, just a jit surrounded by action
With no lights and no cameras the shit captured on film do really be tragic
With the rapping, build a way out, out the trap and, move way out
Shit funny how shit, weigh out, when yo whole team vibin out the safe house
Non believers, yeah they doubt, bout dollars, not fake clout
You know a **** like E was never the one for the safe route
Much less the fake route, an option for yall, but I need a Hail Mary
Shit real in the field my boy, y’all boys lookin kinda scary
Skrt skrt out the way low key on the low you know a **** seen rarely
Different type of time horsepower on deck I carry that red key
Written by: Eddy Roberto Villafuerte, Roshun Walker